Текст песни The Division - Dan Bull
It
takes
5 days
for
society
to
break
Starvation,
hunger,
violence,
and
rape
The
united
states
of
america's
dead
of
her
epidemic
yet
again
The
violin
should
play
When
you
orchestrate
and
prepare
An
awful
state
of
affairs
is
it
fair
To
say
that
you
paid
to
rob
yoiur
own
grave?
With
nature
defaced,
the
decay
is
ingrained
You
can't
take
the
truth
'til
it's
straight
in
your
face
And
it's
too
late
to
change
it
or
take
it
away
Fate
is
a
strange
thing,
we
predicted
the
happenings
Straight
after
late
capitalism
But
we
didn't
prepare
For
the
winter
despair
There
was
frost
on
the
glass
We
were
lacking
the
vision
But
for
what
little
is
left
We
need
a
tactical
mission
And
for
that,
we
can
thank
the
division
New
york
city
Could
it
be
more
gritty?
Money
is
the
root
to
all
evil
So
when
we
fall
farther
it
seems
more
fitting
New
york
city
Could
it
be
more
gritty?
Money
is
the
root
to
all
evil
Would
our
dear
forfathers
weep
or
pitty?
Rewind
Flash
back
for
a
minute
as
we
shoot
back
5 days
To
Black
Friday
New
york,
feel
the
boom
bap
vibrate
Street
map
is
a
true
rat
like
maze
Open
jail,
flip
the
gulag
sideways
Too
late
to
glue
cracks,
view
that
crime
rate
Whole
city's
in
a
2pac
mindstate
Thugging
at
eachother
to
get
food
and
hydrate
Better
get
moving
to
that
highway
Come
on,
if
you
really
wanna
do
that,
why
wait?
Pack
your
bags,
grab
your
shoes
and
migrate
'cause
a
dead
president's
a
dude
that's
irate
For
a
land
built
on
dirty
money
It's
absurdly
funny
That
it's
turning
ugly
But
you
know
humans,
we
just
keep
running
And
we
will,
it
is
our
will
and
this
is
a
free
country
New
york
city
Could
it
be
more
gritty
Money
is
the
root
to
all
evil
So
when
we
fall
farther
it
seems
more
fitting
New
york
city
Could
it
be
more
gritty
Money
is
the
root
to
all
evil
Would
our
dear
forfathers
weep
or
pitty?
The
president
says
to
do
whatever
it
takes
To
tether
the
threads
and
weather
the
state
Defend
it
against
any
tremors
and
quakes
Hell
or
heaven
could
make
My
vector
can
spray
Like
a
rector
can
pray
So
I'll
recitify
lies,
correct
your
mistakes
You're
treading
a
fine
line
with
the
steps
that
you
take
So
you
might
find
my
bootprint
etched
in
your
face
Yes
siree,
we
do
what's
necessary
Every
discretionary
decision
is
left
up
to
me
Definitely
Stepping
the
street
With
weapon
ready
To
step
in
and
cease
The
spread
of
the
epidemic
dead
on
its
feet
Second
guessing
whoever
we
meet
We're
a
second
from
our
severed
head
and
spines
lying
seperately
So
I'm
speaking
to
my
team
with
techy
telepathy
If
I
protect
them
They
protect
me
New
york
city
Could
it
be
more
gritty?
Money
is
the
root
to
all
evil
So
when
we
fall
farther
it
seems
more
fitting
New
york
city
Coud
it
be
more
gritty?
Money
is
the
root
ot
all
evil
Would
our
dear
forfathers
weep
or
pitty?
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